SMUT || MARKHYUCK

•Bad Grades•

                            Part one

"Alright class I'll see you guys tomorrow."
Mark said as he collected his things on the desk.

He was an English teacher.
"And whoever got a bad grade is staying after school."

With that said he heard loud groans from half the class.
He looked around with a smirk on his face.
But it faded away when his eyes met with another pair at the far end of the class at the corner near the window.

He nodded and walked off.

It was Haechan.
A bright student of Mark.
Well used to be until he decided not to give a damn about studying.

Haechan groaned thinking about how he could have just went home after school and enjoyed spending time with his friends. But no..this guy HAD to ruin his day.

Who does he think he is?

The day went by okay.
The bell rang alerting students that school was finally over.

But not for Haechan.
He just decided to ditch the class. Why let something like it ruin his day?

He grabbed whatever he needed from his locker and started walking to the gates.

Not until he was stopped by a voice.
"Haechan!"
He groaned. Adjusting his bag on his shoulder.
He turned on his heels.

"Where do you think you're going?" It was Mark. His English teacher.

"I- My mom called. She wants me home right now it's important." He lied all too well with a smile on his face.

"I see." Mark turned around walking off towards his office.
Just when Haechan thought he was free.

"Come to my office. You can leave after."
He never waited to hear a reply from the younger.

Haechan did what he was told to do.

By the time he knocked on the door and opened it. Mark was already sitting on his chair behind the desk.

Haechan gulped not knowing what this was about.

He stepped inside.
"Close the door behind you please."

With that done he walked closer and took a sit. Placing his bag on the one beside him.

He watched as Mark typed something in his laptop. Waiting for him to say what he wanted to say and leave.

They stayed quite.

It was quite as the other students had already left.

"Can you hand me that blue file over there?" Mark requested as he pointed to a table near the door.

"Ah sure!"

He was busy with his work.
Haechan wanted to ask him as to why he called him here.

He was staring at him not realising that Mark glanced up at him once.

Haechan's thoughts took over him.

His heart beating fast for no reason. He could feel his face burning up.
He had never seen his teacher this close.

Something in him wanted to touch him to know if he's real.

His shirt fitting over his muscles.

The lines on his forehead as he was focused on his work.

Haechan gulped as his eyes met with the olders.

"Is everything okay?" Mark asked stopping his work.